A college weight gain adventure, featuring two naive runners who think they have the willpower to overcome the dreaded freshman 15, but shortly realize they are gravely mistaken.
FRESHMAN YEAR
Toby could hear Chad’s foot tapping rapidly on the ground on the other side of the room. Toby glanced up from his sprawled out textbook and notepads and looked over his shoulder toward the cheetah staring intently at an old oil panting sprawled across the screen on the computer on his desk; Toby was kind of glad he wasn’t taking art history, in fact, in many ways he was glad he wasn’t studying art in general like his cheetah friend; he just didn’t quite have the creative touch for it as Chad had. Chad had always been on the artistic side but it even shocked Toby when decided to study it for his bachelors.
The moment that classes had started up, the feline was constantly working on some large colorful project for his studio art class or lugging tomes of photos of old paintings in museums halfway around the world, taking in each with exquisite detail before writing a dozen pages on one particular feature; Toby did not envy the cheetah. Toby preferred the direct and specific answers from his science classes for his plant biology major; that was more his style. Still, Toby knew that the bags under the cheetah’s eyes probably matched his own, though he figured that’s just what happens during finals week. To Toby, it was hard to believe that an entire semester had gone by, his and Chad’s first semester at that, and what a semester it had been.
Though Toby had teared up a bit when his parents unloaded the last box back in August and had to leave to head back home to the far before quote “his brothers and sister burned down the farm,” but that’s when Chad had stepped in. The excited cheetah had immediately dragged the bunny to all the opening weekend orientation events that they could physically go to; the feline was always one to want to meet new people. It just seemed to come naturally to him as he was at introducing said people to the far shier bunny, distracting him from his familial separation.
Before Toby knew it, the two of them had signed up for a dozen different clubs and activities and had won a myriad of Tallow-themed gadgets and t-shirts from student affairs groups and other departments advertising their on-campus services; it was a little overwhelming. Though Chad had ultimately convinced Toby to head to the evening dance put on by some DJ that Toby didn’t know, when the two had finally made it back to their dorm room which was still filled with their unopened boxes from moving, the two had set up the television and played a bit of Mario Kart. Toby had liked that. It was that moment that Toby remembered most fondly from that chaotic day: just him and his best friend relaxing like nothing had changed, save for the fact that they played until four in the morning all because they could now. They were on their own. They had autonomy. They could do whatever they want!
Within reason, Toby had reminded himself, though he still found himself trying out salsa dancing, learning how to crochet, and holding up a sign to protect the cutting down of a large historic tree along the edge of campus. Sure, with the latter Toby, with his farming expertise, could tell the tree was already dead on the inside due to rot, but for him, it was more about the experience than the specifics. He wanted to make the most of his time in college, his chance to dive into his studies and learn how to live on his own, away from his family, and learn he did.
One of the first hard lessons he had to learn on his road to independence was how to do his own laundry, which he learned the hard way after he and the cheetah combined loads and dumped nearly half a bottle of detergent in; needless to say both their clothes and the entire laundry room floor where thoroughly clean afterward. There were positives, however, such as the food. Sure, during high school they had had some culinary choices at the school cafeteria, but Toby had often brought his own lunch from home, packed by his father and sometimes sister. That had prevented much of that paralysis of choice that often befell Chad when the lunch bell had rung and which befell both of them on a seemingly a daily basis now when they went to one of the many campus cafeterias.
The first time they had gone to the picturesque culinary conglomerate, they were both blown away by just how many options there were: there was a salad bar, a fruit bar, and all day breakfast station, a pasta station, an Indian curry station, and burritos, and pizza, and burgers, and anything else under the sun, right there and prime for the taking. Needless to say, instead of making a single choice, the cheetah and bunny often simply took a bit of everything. They’d lug two full plates of a random assort of quesadillas and pulled pork, salmon and sweet potato fries, and even soups and ramens when the days were rainy and cold.
There was hardly a time when the two of them didn’t leave the cafeteria feeling absolutely stuffed, there was just so much food to try. As often happened, they’d finish their two heaping plates and want to grab just an extra helping of pasta. Then next time they’d grab some extra pasta and another scoop of fresh berries. Then next time they’d throw on another thin slice of pizza which eventually turned into a full slice. Before they knew it, two plates no longer made them full, prompting the third to become standard and then the fourth plate became “extra” helpings; just like if you stretch a pair of pants long enough you eventually need a bigger rear to fill it, their stomachs were gradually expanding.
Of course, this was unbeknownst to the bunny and cheetah as they had other, more important things in mind as their school work quickly kicked into gear. Unlike in high school where it typically took a few weeks to really get into the grind of work, the two found that college was a completely different story. Information came flying at them at breakneck speed and they had to adjust quickly. Though Toby tried to keep them to a minimum, he and Chad quickly learned what the legendary “all-nighter” truly was as they tried to finish lab reports and essays in time for their strict professors in the morning.
As their academic binges went well into the night, the cafeterias were often closed, forcing the two to order out for pizza and takeout at odd hours of the night, an occasional treat to get through another chapter in a textbook that recently had become more of a regular routine in their haphazard diets. They didn’t have delivery back home, so it was easy to fall into the comfortable trap of having prepared food given to you right at the doorstep of your dorm or library; you didn’t even need to walk to the cafeteria, a big selling point now that it was getting cold at the end of the year and snow was starting to accumulate on the ground.
At that moment, a half-eaten box of pizza lay on the floor next to Toby while the half-eaten remnants of three different bags of Doritos and a large can of an energy drink that Toby had never heard of were on the edge of Chad’s desk. The two had hardly left their room in the last week as they studied for their final examinations, with the only times they did being trips to study at the library. They were tired, and stress, and in need of a…
“Break!” Chad said, slamming his hands down on the edge of his desk on either side of his computer, causing Toby to jump in his seat.
“What?” Toby asked.
“I need a break… I just can’t focus… I just need uh…” Chad said, rubbing his temples with his paws before grabbing his phone. He scrolled for barely three seconds before jumping up from his desk, life suddenly flowing back to his face. “Oh hell yes!”
“What is it?” Toby asked, spinning around in his chair. He stared at the cheetah as buried his face in his phone, reading something intently. Toby had seen that face on the cheetah many a time before, that look of such intense concentration that hardly an earthquake could stir him from the task at hand, though this time something seemed a little different. Maybe it was the glow of the phone or the strange overhead lighting in their dorm room, but it seemed like the cheetah’s face was a bit rounder than usual. The flesh beneath his chin seemed to compress slightly as Chad hunched forward while the contours of his jawline seemed less sharp as if they were hiding behind a veil of... veil of well… fa…
“Tacos,” Chad said.
“Tacos?” Toby asked.
“The Latinx Union is hosting a finals week Taco Fest on Central Campus, we should go!” Toby simply watched Chad turn and grab his jacket. Once again, it was a sight that the bunny had seen many times before, but right then something seemed different. The outdoor attire seemed to fall different over the cheetah’s torso as if bowing out slightly around some hidden bulge of…
“So, what do you say?” Chad asked. “You coming?”
“I don’t know,” Toby said, snapping back to reality, “I’ve still got three chapters to review before going over some practice problems and…” Toby sputtered as Chad lunged across the room, grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet.
“That wasn’t a question, it was a request,” Chad said. “We need to get out and get some fresh air, clear the mind and what not,” the cheetah said, opening the door. “Better put on a coat, it’s cold out!” Toby grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door, realizing that he was only wearing shorts before rushing back, throwing on a pair of sweatpants, and meeting Chad in the dorm lobby. The two scrunched their necks as they opened the door and the bluster of winter pounded against their bundled up frames. It wasn’t snowing, but at times it felt like it as the Midwestern wind whipped up the six inches of snow that already coated the campus in a thick blanket of white. The pair had to maneuver around snow piles and the caterpillar snow plows working their way along the sidewalks of campus, keeping the walkways as clear as possible during the most stressful time of the year for students.
Eventually, the two made it to the central campus green and wandered into the student activities building on the far side. They both relished in the sense of warmth that came from the blasting heat vent in the doorway as they unfurled their scrunched shoulders and bared witness to the chaos before them. Apparently, they weren’t the only ones with their hopes set on some finals week tacos as hundreds upon hundreds of furs were crowded around a series of tables lining the side wall of the open atrium before them. They saw elephants reaching over otters and several avians fluttering in the air, their scarves swirling in their faces, as they tried to grab as many of the premade tacos lining the tables as they could. It was a free for all!
“Come on!” Chad said a gleeful excitement in his voice as he pulled Toby into the scrum. Before Toby realized what was going on, the cheetah had swung him around in front and pushed him from behind, using the tall bunny as a battering ram to pushing throw the roaring crowd.
“Sorry, excuse me, sorry,” Toby said as he wormed his way in between fellow furs until he reached the mosh pit at the front. He could see a flustered looking jaguar and llama as they tried to keep restocking the tacos rapidly disappearing from their tables; they definitely weren’t prepared for the onslaught.
“Grab some!” Chad called from behind. Toby reached his long arm over a ferret and grabbed three tacos and handed them back to Chad. He reached and grabbed three more in the frenzy before he was shoved aside by a voracious looking rhino. Toby clutched his prize as he followed Chad out of the crowd and toward the back of the room where there was a window ledge to relax on.
“It’s crazy in here!” Chad said.
“No kidding,” Toby replied, trying to still his pounding heart.
“But we got the motherload!” Chad said. Toby stared down at the large tacos in his paws before he heard a loud gulp to his right and turned to see Chad already cramming one of the tacos into his mouth. The cheetah ate quickly, a technique he had learned after waking up late to classes on more than one occasion as he tried to get down a breakfast sandwich, or two, on his way to lecture. Toby chuckled and picked up one of his own, balancing the others on his legs as he brought the morsel to his mouth. With just one bite, his mouth exploded with the mildly spicy taste of beef and melted cheese. A crisp crunch of lettuce and a sweet barrage of green tomato pico de gallo washed over his taste buds, eliciting a moan from the back of his throat and a rumble from his stomach.
“See, *chew, I told you that you needed this,” Chad said. Toby simply nodded in agreement; he hadn’t realized just how hungry he was. Sure, he had eaten half a pizza not too long ago in his room, but all his studying since must have really worked up his appetite! The bunny chewed and swallowed quickly, suckling down the first taco in no time at all; he didn’t hesitate to try the next. Toby hadn’t really been a fan of fish before, but the crispy flounder in the second taco was to die for. That bit of fried white fish was just wanted he needed as he could physically feel a weight lift off his mind; there was just something so satisfying about that fatty, greasy flavor! Though his stomach was starting to feel full, when he hesitated for just a second as he picked up his third oversized taco, he heard Chad scoff at him.
“Come on, just finish it!” Chad encouraged through his taco-filled mouth. “You’ve worked hard and long enough to earn yourself a treat!” Toby watched as Chad pressed the remainders of his taco into his maw before turning and giving Toby a playful smile as his cheeks puffed far out to the side. Toby contained a chuckle before starting to chomp through his own morsel. The taste of spiced chicken washed over his tastebuds, giving them a little fire that seemed to warm him from the inside out. The bunny relished in that warm feeling as he worked through the entire taco. He let out a soft groan as he felt the weight of his fast meal sloshing around his insides, likely joining the remains of his prior greasy meals.
“Ah…” Chad said, relaxing back against the window, “that was so good. Probably better than those tacos down at Oaxaca Valley downtown, though I do think they prepare their fish a little better. Also the presentation there was better, but then again they’re a restaurant and not a student group providing food for the masses. Speaking of mass, did I tell you that Dr. Jobaron complimented my technique in creating the perception of mass on my last portfolio piece? It sounds good and all but that just means the pressure is on for my final project…”
“I’m sure you’ll nail it,” Toby reassured. Chad was rambling again; he was certainly stressed. Toby had seen this before and knew that just letting the cheetah ramble would help him destress, so Toby simply sat back and let his friend talk for the both of them. Suddenly the cheetah suddenly shot back up and onto his paws.
“Whelp, back to work!” the cheetah said.
“Yeah,” Toby huffed, “I guess you’re right.” The bunny held out his hand and Chad helped pull him to his feet.
“First though,” Chad said, motioning toward the taco tables again that now had a far less raucous crowd, “how about we grab a little snack or two for the road?”
You can find Tony’s amazing story in its entirety here: Growing Up Story PDF
Author: plokishmok3 | Illustrator: Kygen
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FRESHMAN YEAR
Toby could hear Chad’s foot tapping rapidly on the ground on the other side of the room. Toby glanced up from his sprawled out textbook and notepads and looked over his shoulder toward the cheetah staring intently at an old oil panting sprawled across the screen on the computer on his desk; Toby was kind of glad he wasn’t taking art history, in fact, in many ways he was glad he wasn’t studying art in general like his cheetah friend; he just didn’t quite have the creative touch for it as Chad had. Chad had always been on the artistic side but it even shocked Toby when decided to study it for his bachelors.
The moment that classes had started up, the feline was constantly working on some large colorful project for his studio art class or lugging tomes of photos of old paintings in museums halfway around the world, taking in each with exquisite detail before writing a dozen pages on one particular feature; Toby did not envy the cheetah. Toby preferred the direct and specific answers from his science classes for his plant biology major; that was more his style. Still, Toby knew that the bags under the cheetah’s eyes probably matched his own, though he figured that’s just what happens during finals week. To Toby, it was hard to believe that an entire semester had gone by, his and Chad’s first semester at that, and what a semester it had been.
Though Toby had teared up a bit when his parents unloaded the last box back in August and had to leave to head back home to the far before quote “his brothers and sister burned down the farm,” but that’s when Chad had stepped in. The excited cheetah had immediately dragged the bunny to all the opening weekend orientation events that they could physically go to; the feline was always one to want to meet new people. It just seemed to come naturally to him as he was at introducing said people to the far shier bunny, distracting him from his familial separation.
Before Toby knew it, the two of them had signed up for a dozen different clubs and activities and had won a myriad of Tallow-themed gadgets and t-shirts from student affairs groups and other departments advertising their on-campus services; it was a little overwhelming. Though Chad had ultimately convinced Toby to head to the evening dance put on by some DJ that Toby didn’t know, when the two had finally made it back to their dorm room which was still filled with their unopened boxes from moving, the two had set up the television and played a bit of Mario Kart. Toby had liked that. It was that moment that Toby remembered most fondly from that chaotic day: just him and his best friend relaxing like nothing had changed, save for the fact that they played until four in the morning all because they could now. They were on their own. They had autonomy. They could do whatever they want!
Within reason, Toby had reminded himself, though he still found himself trying out salsa dancing, learning how to crochet, and holding up a sign to protect the cutting down of a large historic tree along the edge of campus. Sure, with the latter Toby, with his farming expertise, could tell the tree was already dead on the inside due to rot, but for him, it was more about the experience than the specifics. He wanted to make the most of his time in college, his chance to dive into his studies and learn how to live on his own, away from his family, and learn he did.
One of the first hard lessons he had to learn on his road to independence was how to do his own laundry, which he learned the hard way after he and the cheetah combined loads and dumped nearly half a bottle of detergent in; needless to say both their clothes and the entire laundry room floor where thoroughly clean afterward. There were positives, however, such as the food. Sure, during high school they had had some culinary choices at the school cafeteria, but Toby had often brought his own lunch from home, packed by his father and sometimes sister. That had prevented much of that paralysis of choice that often befell Chad when the lunch bell had rung and which befell both of them on a seemingly a daily basis now when they went to one of the many campus cafeterias.
The first time they had gone to the picturesque culinary conglomerate, they were both blown away by just how many options there were: there was a salad bar, a fruit bar, and all day breakfast station, a pasta station, an Indian curry station, and burritos, and pizza, and burgers, and anything else under the sun, right there and prime for the taking. Needless to say, instead of making a single choice, the cheetah and bunny often simply took a bit of everything. They’d lug two full plates of a random assort of quesadillas and pulled pork, salmon and sweet potato fries, and even soups and ramens when the days were rainy and cold.
There was hardly a time when the two of them didn’t leave the cafeteria feeling absolutely stuffed, there was just so much food to try. As often happened, they’d finish their two heaping plates and want to grab just an extra helping of pasta. Then next time they’d grab some extra pasta and another scoop of fresh berries. Then next time they’d throw on another thin slice of pizza which eventually turned into a full slice. Before they knew it, two plates no longer made them full, prompting the third to become standard and then the fourth plate became “extra” helpings; just like if you stretch a pair of pants long enough you eventually need a bigger rear to fill it, their stomachs were gradually expanding.
Of course, this was unbeknownst to the bunny and cheetah as they had other, more important things in mind as their school work quickly kicked into gear. Unlike in high school where it typically took a few weeks to really get into the grind of work, the two found that college was a completely different story. Information came flying at them at breakneck speed and they had to adjust quickly. Though Toby tried to keep them to a minimum, he and Chad quickly learned what the legendary “all-nighter” truly was as they tried to finish lab reports and essays in time for their strict professors in the morning.
As their academic binges went well into the night, the cafeterias were often closed, forcing the two to order out for pizza and takeout at odd hours of the night, an occasional treat to get through another chapter in a textbook that recently had become more of a regular routine in their haphazard diets. They didn’t have delivery back home, so it was easy to fall into the comfortable trap of having prepared food given to you right at the doorstep of your dorm or library; you didn’t even need to walk to the cafeteria, a big selling point now that it was getting cold at the end of the year and snow was starting to accumulate on the ground.
At that moment, a half-eaten box of pizza lay on the floor next to Toby while the half-eaten remnants of three different bags of Doritos and a large can of an energy drink that Toby had never heard of were on the edge of Chad’s desk. The two had hardly left their room in the last week as they studied for their final examinations, with the only times they did being trips to study at the library. They were tired, and stress, and in need of a…
“Break!” Chad said, slamming his hands down on the edge of his desk on either side of his computer, causing Toby to jump in his seat.
“What?” Toby asked.
“I need a break… I just can’t focus… I just need uh…” Chad said, rubbing his temples with his paws before grabbing his phone. He scrolled for barely three seconds before jumping up from his desk, life suddenly flowing back to his face. “Oh hell yes!”
“What is it?” Toby asked, spinning around in his chair. He stared at the cheetah as buried his face in his phone, reading something intently. Toby had seen that face on the cheetah many a time before, that look of such intense concentration that hardly an earthquake could stir him from the task at hand, though this time something seemed a little different. Maybe it was the glow of the phone or the strange overhead lighting in their dorm room, but it seemed like the cheetah’s face was a bit rounder than usual. The flesh beneath his chin seemed to compress slightly as Chad hunched forward while the contours of his jawline seemed less sharp as if they were hiding behind a veil of... veil of well… fa…
“Tacos,” Chad said.
“Tacos?” Toby asked.
“The Latinx Union is hosting a finals week Taco Fest on Central Campus, we should go!” Toby simply watched Chad turn and grab his jacket. Once again, it was a sight that the bunny had seen many times before, but right then something seemed different. The outdoor attire seemed to fall different over the cheetah’s torso as if bowing out slightly around some hidden bulge of…
“So, what do you say?” Chad asked. “You coming?”
“I don’t know,” Toby said, snapping back to reality, “I’ve still got three chapters to review before going over some practice problems and…” Toby sputtered as Chad lunged across the room, grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet.
“That wasn’t a question, it was a request,” Chad said. “We need to get out and get some fresh air, clear the mind and what not,” the cheetah said, opening the door. “Better put on a coat, it’s cold out!” Toby grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door, realizing that he was only wearing shorts before rushing back, throwing on a pair of sweatpants, and meeting Chad in the dorm lobby. The two scrunched their necks as they opened the door and the bluster of winter pounded against their bundled up frames. It wasn’t snowing, but at times it felt like it as the Midwestern wind whipped up the six inches of snow that already coated the campus in a thick blanket of white. The pair had to maneuver around snow piles and the caterpillar snow plows working their way along the sidewalks of campus, keeping the walkways as clear as possible during the most stressful time of the year for students.
Eventually, the two made it to the central campus green and wandered into the student activities building on the far side. They both relished in the sense of warmth that came from the blasting heat vent in the doorway as they unfurled their scrunched shoulders and bared witness to the chaos before them. Apparently, they weren’t the only ones with their hopes set on some finals week tacos as hundreds upon hundreds of furs were crowded around a series of tables lining the side wall of the open atrium before them. They saw elephants reaching over otters and several avians fluttering in the air, their scarves swirling in their faces, as they tried to grab as many of the premade tacos lining the tables as they could. It was a free for all!
“Come on!” Chad said a gleeful excitement in his voice as he pulled Toby into the scrum. Before Toby realized what was going on, the cheetah had swung him around in front and pushed him from behind, using the tall bunny as a battering ram to pushing throw the roaring crowd.
“Sorry, excuse me, sorry,” Toby said as he wormed his way in between fellow furs until he reached the mosh pit at the front. He could see a flustered looking jaguar and llama as they tried to keep restocking the tacos rapidly disappearing from their tables; they definitely weren’t prepared for the onslaught.
“Grab some!” Chad called from behind. Toby reached his long arm over a ferret and grabbed three tacos and handed them back to Chad. He reached and grabbed three more in the frenzy before he was shoved aside by a voracious looking rhino. Toby clutched his prize as he followed Chad out of the crowd and toward the back of the room where there was a window ledge to relax on.
“It’s crazy in here!” Chad said.
“No kidding,” Toby replied, trying to still his pounding heart.
“But we got the motherload!” Chad said. Toby stared down at the large tacos in his paws before he heard a loud gulp to his right and turned to see Chad already cramming one of the tacos into his mouth. The cheetah ate quickly, a technique he had learned after waking up late to classes on more than one occasion as he tried to get down a breakfast sandwich, or two, on his way to lecture. Toby chuckled and picked up one of his own, balancing the others on his legs as he brought the morsel to his mouth. With just one bite, his mouth exploded with the mildly spicy taste of beef and melted cheese. A crisp crunch of lettuce and a sweet barrage of green tomato pico de gallo washed over his taste buds, eliciting a moan from the back of his throat and a rumble from his stomach.
“See, *chew, I told you that you needed this,” Chad said. Toby simply nodded in agreement; he hadn’t realized just how hungry he was. Sure, he had eaten half a pizza not too long ago in his room, but all his studying since must have really worked up his appetite! The bunny chewed and swallowed quickly, suckling down the first taco in no time at all; he didn’t hesitate to try the next. Toby hadn’t really been a fan of fish before, but the crispy flounder in the second taco was to die for. That bit of fried white fish was just wanted he needed as he could physically feel a weight lift off his mind; there was just something so satisfying about that fatty, greasy flavor! Though his stomach was starting to feel full, when he hesitated for just a second as he picked up his third oversized taco, he heard Chad scoff at him.
“Come on, just finish it!” Chad encouraged through his taco-filled mouth. “You’ve worked hard and long enough to earn yourself a treat!” Toby watched as Chad pressed the remainders of his taco into his maw before turning and giving Toby a playful smile as his cheeks puffed far out to the side. Toby contained a chuckle before starting to chomp through his own morsel. The taste of spiced chicken washed over his tastebuds, giving them a little fire that seemed to warm him from the inside out. The bunny relished in that warm feeling as he worked through the entire taco. He let out a soft groan as he felt the weight of his fast meal sloshing around his insides, likely joining the remains of his prior greasy meals.
“Ah…” Chad said, relaxing back against the window, “that was so good. Probably better than those tacos down at Oaxaca Valley downtown, though I do think they prepare their fish a little better. Also the presentation there was better, but then again they’re a restaurant and not a student group providing food for the masses. Speaking of mass, did I tell you that Dr. Jobaron complimented my technique in creating the perception of mass on my last portfolio piece? It sounds good and all but that just means the pressure is on for my final project…”
“I’m sure you’ll nail it,” Toby reassured. Chad was rambling again; he was certainly stressed. Toby had seen this before and knew that just letting the cheetah ramble would help him destress, so Toby simply sat back and let his friend talk for the both of them. Suddenly the cheetah suddenly shot back up and onto his paws.
“Whelp, back to work!” the cheetah said.
“Yeah,” Toby huffed, “I guess you’re right.” The bunny held out his hand and Chad helped pull him to his feet.
“First though,” Chad said, motioning toward the taco tables again that now had a far less raucous crowd, “how about we grab a little snack or two for the road?”
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I mean.... wow. The lighting, the impecccable background details, the cameo... This is hella fantastic! Positively your best work yet!~
Oh boy, look at those budding bellies. And looks like they haven't noticed. Also, look at all this cameos. :P
Yeah, I kinda love throwing in a few cameos throughout my pieces.
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